Post by Helen Parr on Jan 20, 2019 19:21:39 GMT -5

Helen Parr was feeling a bit annoyed today. It was nearly lunch time and her husband was no where to be found. Of course, that was okay and normal for the family of undercover superheroes, especially if Bob's undercover job or if hero work got in the way of lunch time as it did for even her sometimes.. but she ALWAYS would let her family know if she was running late or had to change lunch plans. Helen would ALWAYS let her family know where she was. The point being that if her husband had simply called and said something, she wouldn't have to wonder if she should wait for him or not!

This is perfectly normal. Everything is gonna be fine.

After about half an hour passed lunch time, Helen gave in with a disappointed sigh and decided to give her husband a call. Straight to voicemail. That's okay. "Hey honey..It's Helen.. I'm assuming that you're backed up from work? Call me if anything changes as far as lunch plans..I love you! Bye." The flexible supermom tried to be nice at first. She tried to be understanding. She wanted to be the supportive wife that would just understand her husband just forgetting to communicate. It's happened before, after all.. though the thoughts on the last time that happened was when he was around that good for nothing platinum blonde woman. Helen tried to shake off her own insecurities. No, we were passed that. That was over and done with.

"Your dad's just running behind at work, we'll see him later for dinner, Dash." The auburn haired mother explained calmly to Dash as she finished making lunch for her kids, "Vi! Lunch is ready!" Helen called to her daughter as she sat Jack-Jack down in his baby seat to eat. "Vi! Lunch!" Helen called out with a frown over to the direction of where Vi's room was before giving a reluctant sigh, not believing she was going to ask this, but she didn't want to leave Jack Jack alone and hungry - that was a recipe for disaster as far as powers were concerned. "Dash.. can ya see if Vi has her headphones on?" She asked reluctantly, knowing that this was going to end in a fight between Violet and Dash that she'd have to get between. The superheroine knew when to pick her battles though.. and somehow, she'd rather take that on than leaving a hungry one-year old boy alone with his sporadic powers.

Post by Dash Parr on Jan 21, 2019 9:03:10 GMT -5

Dash sat on the sofa, exploring the new TV channels and shows, as he had been since coming here, and watching Mom pace, but just waiting until lunch was ready.

Mom was pacing a lot though, and looked like she might be close to upset, but then that made sense, Dad was getting later and later by the moment. Off instinct, Dash turned the TV volume down on his own, and without Mom having to tell him to, as she called Dad to leave a message. Then he waited, telling himself he was not worried about where he could be, yet he'd sort of forgotten about his show, and kept glancing to his mother as she ended the call, not really expectantly...

"Your dad's just running behind at work, we'll see him later for dinner, Dash."

Dash gave a smile and nod that showed he hadn't been worried at all, and hopped up to go to the table as Mom called Vi (shutting off the TV as he did so). Except Vi didn't come.

"Dash.. can ya see if Vi has her headphones on?"

Mom paused like she wasn't fully comfortable with the idea, and for good reason! As shown when Dash's eyes went wide with the rare chance to actually almost bother his sister! Of course he knew he wasn't granted that much, and still couldn't actually be a pain to Vi. He nodded and then rushed to Vi's room, barging right past the closed door.

"Hey Vi, Mom...", as a few papers and such about the room, mostly near the door, settled from Dash's bursting in pace, the boy glanced around his sister's room, but could find her no where in it. "Vi...?", while he knew she was not just hiding under the bed or such, he still rushed about lifting things and checking that she truly wasn't in the room, though he already knew.

He then rushed back out to his mother, "She's...not in there". He wasn't worried, even now, but his voice showed his perplexity at this odd fact, though maybe she was just out with Dad. Maybe they were bringing back a surprise even!

Post by Helen Parr on Jan 22, 2019 23:31:55 GMT -5

Helen lowered her eyelids with a frown on her deadpan expression at how excited Dash was for getting 'permission' to enter her room. That did not mean barging in unannounced, but of course Dash was going to take every opportunity to bother her sister. "Dash! Ya have to knock first!" Helen yelled after him, but she knew it was too late anyways - When it came to Dash, it was always faster done than said. Was it too much to ask to have some manners around here? Jack-Jack just gurgled a laugh as he wiggled excitedly in his high chair. His mommy made the funniest face! The tiny ginger tot tilted his head with anticipation in his grin as if he were curious as to where Dash disappeared to, relishing in his older brother's antics.

Any second now, the calmness of lunch time was about to give way to yelling around the house and chaos would ensue.

Any second.

When Dash returned without any yells resonating the entire hotel room or any demonstration of powers, the auburn haired mother raised an eyebrow at the perplexity revolving the stillness of the hotel room at this very moment. Well... even if the mother didn't want the chaos, it was almost weird that it actually didn't happen. Her cynical side knew that it would be too good to be true for them to suddenly have a growing moment between them, or at the very least for Violet not allowing her brother to affect her this time.. but her optimistic side hoped that maybe, given the two years that Vi's been here, that maybe that would change?

"She's...not in there"

"Oh.." Helen mulled on that for a minute with a confused expression, pondering on the last time she received a message from Vi needing to help a cast member out. "Huh, I thought she would've come back by now.." She murmured to herself quietly as she mused pensively, trying to recall what was said in the message. She didn't think it was going to take that long. "Guess I might've missed a text," Helen concluded, deciding to check on the message as soon as she finished feeding Jack-Jack. Helen normally didn't miss messages from her kids, even taking calls while on missions, but she knew that she wasn't perfect so it was possible that it was marked as read while she was changing Jack-Jack or something and she forgot to go back for it. In any case, the food would be out for Vi to have some if she joined in late, though perhaps she just missed a text from Vi just eating with friends like Mateo and Moana. She's a teenager; it happens. Helen made a note to herself to check the texts as soon as she was done with lunch; she had her two boys to attend to, one of which was particularly difficult when it came to eating the right kinda food, and she wasn't talking about the baby either. "Alright, let's finish your food, Dash..just because your father isn't joining us, doesn't excuse you from eating your vegetables.." Helen leaned over with a slight stretch to make sure that her oldest son had his serving side of vegetables along with his chicken. She then sat back down to continue feeding Jack-Jack. "Ommmmyumm.." The auburn haired mother cooed to her baby as she tried to get Jack-Jack to eat his food. "See? Jack-Jack likes the broccoli. No harm done.." She added with a smirk to Dash, proving that Jack-Jack wasn't exactly writhing around in agony for eating vegetables.

(I left it up to you if you wanna continue the posts during lunch or if you wanna finish off lunch time with your post and do another activity. I'm fine either way! <3)

Post by Dash Parr on Feb 2, 2019 21:14:29 GMT -5

As with all the times he and Vi were going at it, Dash only vaguely heard Mom remind him he had to knock first. and knew his sister would "get over" any annoyance over the fact that he didn't. Not that there wouldn't be chaos to be had. Even Dash expected it, and felt the oddness as he returned quietly, and alone,, to the main room.

"Oh..Huh, I thought she would've come back by now..Guess I might've missed a text,"

Mom's calm, if confused, words, and reasonable explanation, helped; even though Dash would say he wasn't worried.

Vegetables, and his mother's never ending struggle to get him to eat them took a bit of the focus after that. Dash gave the same kind of sigh he often did when the subject came around, scowling at his plate, and then glancing over as Mom fed Jack-Jack and threw out her comment.

Dash sent a mock scowl to his brother for being so compliant, but he was far too fond of his baby brother (of both his siblings, just he showed it different) to really do such and it was more it's own funny face shot at their youngest member.

"Yeah for now...", Dash admitted, watching his brother cautiously, "But who knows, he might explode in the next five seconds!". Of course both he and Mom knew that wouldn't happen, but still...a bit of spit up would prove his point! If not all out vomit! Dash realized, and he now watched his brother for any confirmation of his off the wall theory! And...to do anything but look at the vegetables on his plate.

He could only do such for so long though he knew, and soon begrudgingly stabbed a bit of broccoli and considered it. He gave a testing lick, and the gagged, "Broccoli was probably thought up in some Super Villain's lair...to torture small Super Children and make them weak...oh, I think it's already working...".

Melodramatically collapsing to under the table was actually not odd for a Parr family lunch, and Dash finished with asking Jack-Jack to avenge him before sitting again and somehow making it through lunch with...enough of the vegetables eaten. But not enjoyed.

Any other time and Dash would have hopped up to do other things with this duty done, but he couldn't help glancing to the door again and noticing that Dad and Vi still weren't back. He didn't say anything though. Not wanting to further remind Mom of the fact.

Post by "Jack-Jack" Parr on Mar 4, 2019 11:44:56 GMT -5

John Jackson Parr didn't pay any mind to his daddy or his sister not being present. Not because he didn't care, it was just because the one year old had no concept of time, and he also knew that his family members would come and go all the time. It was like that since he could remember, which wasn't for very long, so this was not unfamiliar to him. All he slightly missed was the expectation that his brother was going to play around with his sister, much like Jack-Jack learned from Dash when he zapped himself into Violet's room and turned into his beast form to scare his sister. The ginger baby contently ate his broccoli with a tiny smug smile on his face upon hearing his mom say something positive about him. He didn't understand the whole sentence, but he understood it was a compliment, like Auntie Edna would do. Dash gave him a funny face, causing him to gurgle in amusement.

"Yeah for now...But who knows, he might explode in the next five seconds!"

Jack-Jack blinked in bewilderment, not understanding what was asked of him, not having learned all the code names for his powers yet like they taught him with the laser. However, he liked what Dash said so much in that enthusiastic way, the polymorph wanted to copy it! He narrowed his ginger eyebrows as he copied his older with enthusiasm: "Ee ma spohd nes pasen!" He tried to imitate "he might explode in the next five seconds!" but was not able to pronounce all the words correctly. Afterwards, he giggled in entertainment before he instantly stuffed a broccoli into his mouth and letting his four teeth tear into that. He liked biting strange textures, like wood or broccoli.

When his older brother suddenly made a weird noise and suddenly fell on the floor, all Jack-Jack did was blink with curiosity for what his brother was doing. It reminded him of funny how his sister acted one time when she did something to do the supersuit, but he didn't know what that was about either. Jack-Jack would have believed it to be as real as cartoons and felt himself floating up from the baby seat, when his mommy stretched and grabbed him, gently sitting him down in the baby seat again. That was when Jack-Jack looked to his mother, who didn't have a worry face. In fact, it was the same face she made earlier when Dash was going to play with Violet. "Pfft!" Jack-Jack blew a raspberry with his tongue and gurgled a laugh, green broccoli-infused drool seeping out of his lips; unbeknownst to him, it was the belated spittle that Dash requested earlier.

Permission to lift/carry Jack-Jack is granted to any rper. Whether he reacts with powers or not depends entirely on luck of the dice or how the character treats him

Post by Helen Parr on Mar 22, 2019 5:14:43 GMT -5

Helen was so thankful that Jack-Jack had no idea what all the words meant because if Dash had encouraged him to "explode" with the use of turning himself on fire or literally exploding into a firecracker firework, there would be a serious problem in the hotel room. "Dash.." The mother of three began her warning, a sigh escaping the superheroine's lips when she heard him go on to say that broccoli was invented by super villains.

"Broccoli was probably thought up in some Super Villain's lair...to torture small Super Children and make them weak...oh, I think it's already working.."

The superpowered mother lowered her eyelids half-mast, the way she usually did when Dash would say these kinds of things. Of all things, now he was putting the blame on super villains when it came to broccoli! When her oldest son proceeded to fall down to the floor in a dramatic fashion, her deadpan expression didn't change. The things Dash would do to prove a point. He was no better than Bob's dramatic antics on these things. Helen was NOT encouraging this though, and she was almost thankful Bob wasn't around to further encourage it. "Alright, off the floor, Dash." The tough mother ordered her oldest son to sit back down on the table to maintain her formal southern mannerisms at the table. Still, Helen couldn't help but have a tiny smirk at the corners of her lips out of amusement for Jack-Jack seeming to "avenge" Dash by drooling some green drool, before grabbing a napkin to wipe his drool from his mouth. "Every super's got a weakness that we all have to work on, sweetie. You're just gonna have to work on overcoming your weakness for broccoli, so ya might as well start now." Helen added, commenting towards broccoli being his supposed weakness. He wanted to go with that? Fine. He can work on being stronger against it. That was what Helen had to do against ice, thanks to practicing with fighting Frozone. Thankfully, Helen had the quickest agility out of Bob and Frozone to help her dodge the powerful attacks, but she still had to keep working on overcoming the coldest of temperatures if she were say, strapped to a chair? Yeah. She still didn't get over being mindcontrolled like that. Unlike Dash, Helen actually did have a villain use her weakness against her, and she never wanted her weakness to be used against her again.

"It's your choice, sweetie. We can either stay in the hotel grounds and work on some flash cards with Jack-Jack, or we can all head out for some park attractions. That all depends on how much broccoli you get done." Helen left it up to Dash to decide based on how much broccoli he would eat. Little did Dash know, Helen's "flashcards" were actually a lot more than literal flashcards. Not only was she helping Jack-Jack identify objects, but she was trying to teach him to control his powers by having him identify his powers, like Edna did with the "pew pew" laser. She wasn't about to tell him that, though. He'll have to just figure it out one day. "That's what I thought," Helen smirked when Dash proceeded to eat more of his broccoli. Dash was all about going outside and going on rides.

After washing the dishes, Helen packed their swim wear and the baby bag before placing Jack-Jack in the stroller, heading out with Dash to the Typhoon Lagoon water park. The water park was filled with plenty of fast moving slides and surf-based attractions there to choose from before they would head back to the hotel for dinner.

Post by Dash Parr on Mar 30, 2019 14:42:00 GMT -5

It didn't even occur to Dash he might have almost messed up, saying the word explode like he had, and with how Jack-Jack was known to do that at times...into his demon form. He chuckled as Jack-Jack copied him, or tried.

Mom's exasperated tone with him didn't phase him either. He was used to that too!

"Alright, off the floor, Dash."

The boy knew when to stop pushing it, though, and did as requested, using the table to steady himself as he stood back up and took his seat, but with a grin.

Dash had just been playing around, like he did, but apparently made it harder on himself with his comparisons of saying Broccoli probably came from Super Villains.

"Every super's got a weakness that we all have to work on, sweetie. You're just gonna have to work on overcoming your weakness for broccoli, so ya might as well start now."

How did Mom do that?! It was a normal sentence, and now suddenly Overcoming Broccoli was a set thing! Or set until Dash could somehow get her to forget...

Of course the concept of how Mom had actually had her weakness used against her went over his head, and since it hadn't personally happened to him yet, though his family was personal enough. He just didn't connect it to her actually meaning that.

"It's your choice, sweetie. We can either stay in the hotel grounds and work on some flash cards with Jack-Jack, or we can all head out for some park attractions. That all depends on how much broccoli you get done."

If Dash had known what the flashcards were! Even so, he wouldn't say getting to eventually do both, and still go out for rides now was a bad outcome, and it worked, in that Dash thought he wouldn't want to do flashcards. He started off eating his broccoli probably the slowest he'd done anything, but he then picked up a bit of pace in the interest of getting it over with and it was over soon enough, though he still left some like he did when "cleaning his plate".

"Ok done!", this time it was true!

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As they walked back, Dash shook out his hair once more to clear it of water that just came with water parks, but tried not to splash any people nearby or Mom or Jack-Jack. "That was way more fun than flashcards!", he then rushed ahead to get the door. "We're back!", he told the room at large, just expecting Dad and Vi to be back by now also. He didn't get an answer though and frowned slightly. This was getting odder.

Post by Helen Parr on Apr 12, 2019 9:18:05 GMT -5

The day at Typhoon Lagoon did help Helen ease up a little about the absence of Violet and Bob, and she did end up having fun holding Jack-Jack in the slides while they both had their adrenaline rush. Jack-Jack's experience being held by Dash while running certainly helped Helen know that Jack-Jack could handle the lesser speed of the slides enough to do that.

Helen Parr blinked upon seeing the place still empty and shared the same reaction Dash had, yet she tried to keep her head cool by taking a breath to clear the frustration that was starting to be pent up. "Alright, sweetie, watch over Jack-Jack while I make some dinner.." Helen asked Dash to watch Jack-Jack, hoping Dash would distract Jack-Jack with some entertainment or TV to keep him from doing any powers in the hotel. Once Jack-Jack got going with powers, he got going with all the powers; and Helen needed to focus on hearing back from Violet and Bob at the moment.

The auburn haired mother whipped out her phone while she walked to the kitchen, checking her phone if she missed any phone calls or texts, though she had been trying to check on it every half hour or so. No missed calls, or even a text! Her eyelids lowered as an annoyed frown tugged at her lips. She was definitely complaining to Imelda about this. Imelda was relatable in temper, but she was also wiser from her own experience with Héctor in helping Helen to just appreciate things more. That's right, calm down. Don't sweat the small stuff. Maybe her phone was glitchy. Helen turned it off and turned it on. Maybe that might reset whatever was preventing her from getting calls or texts.

"..Hey honey! It's been an entire day since I've heard from you.. You weren't gonna call?" Helen began after she finally relented within a few minutes of waiting and decided to leave another voicemail, "Just wanted to let ya know that dinner's almost ready. Bye honey, I love you.." Next, Helen called up Violet. Her frown further increased when she also got a voicemail. "Hey Vi, dinner's ready!" Helen fibbed just so that her daughter would come in sooner. She could excuse her husband being late because of work, but not her daughter from missing dinner.

While she worked on dinner, 15 minutes went by. Helen checked her phone. No calls. No messages. Okay. Ringing Bob's phone sent her to voicemail again. Fine. "Hey Honey..Ya know I thought that one time when you didn't call me while I was away was just a fluke but.. should I be concerned about some sort of pattern here?" Helen tried to be nice about it, but there was admittedly a bit of a sarcastic edge in her voice when she said that. "I mean, is it too much to ask for you to call me once in a while?" She remarked a little more sardonically before sighing, trying to keep herself cool and understanding. "Seein' as ya missed lunch, you could at least let me know if you're running late for dinner..Bye honey, love you.." Alright, so there was a little more bite in that guilt trip than was necessary. She was annoyed though. Suddenly, a thought occurred to Helen that maybe Violet is more responsive with text messages. Of course, she was a teenager after all. Her text message was: "Vi. Dinner is ready."

Helen had half a mind to think well they are missing dinner and that's the end of that! No, she should just try to keep cool; be appreciative. Be the ideal relationship that Imelda and Héctor have. Just give them time. It was 30 minutes later when dinner was finally finished. Another voicemail for Bob. "Bob, it's Helen again. Where are you?" Helen wondered inquisitively. Unfortunately, this did nothing for Helen's insecurities and not having any answers lead her to jump into conclusions for one. "Don't tell me that you went ahead and took on a new project without tellin' me.." Helen remarked, planting a hand on her shapely hip. "Because I TOLD you not to do that and then ya went around and did it anyway!" Helen accused, before softening up a little bit, remembering that the kids were around and not wanting them to overhear. Be understanding. Focus on being more like Imelda and Héctor. "I just don't see how that's so important right now that ya can't call me to let me know that you're gonna miss dinner!" She softly argued, not being able to stop herself from fuming. "And another thing.. why do I have to tell you to call me? I shouldn't have to initiate all the time! You need to initiate, Bob!" Helen yelled at the phone, wanting her husband to initiate instead of her having to call all the time, just like she had to do even when she was away on missions and he didn't even call her first.

Yeah, that wasn't at all like the idea relationship goals that Imelda and Héctor were at. A sigh escaped her lips. "I'll try to keep dinner warm 'til you get here. Bye, honey.." A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as she sent another text to Violet: Vi. Dinner. Now! Helen was very clear with how important not missing dinner was, so she knew with that message alone that Violet would understand that she was not happy right now. "Dash, Jack-Jack, dinner!" Helen called out as gently as possible and walked over to see what they were up to.

Post by Dash Parr on Apr 30, 2019 14:29:33 GMT -5

Dash's confusion over Dad and Vi still being gone was given it's own distraction as Mom asked him to watch over Jack-Jack. Maybe her plan, or...if something had happened...that would make him the man of the house now. No, nothing had happened! Dash told himself and, nodding, took Jack-Jack off to the main room to play Non-Powers-Inducing-Games.

He had plenty of made up games of that kind.

Mom called Dad on her phone, Dash knew that much but didn't really listen in, keeping Jack-Jack occupied. There was no update before she started dinner, but that probably meant good things. Mom would say if she'd found out things right? "Vi's gonna be in trouble when she gets home I bet", Dash whispered to Jack-Jack, sharing teasing his sister with his little brother helping him ignore that sense that everything about this was really really wrong. Not even Vi was this oblivious to the fact he'd stated and that she had to check in at least a bit, and Dad!

Dash helped Jack-Jack stack blocks (the normal boring way), chuckling with him as they toppled and before starting another tower. He then noticed a bit of spit up coming out of his brother. "Oh, hold on I'll get ya a tissue". Dash rose and walked over to towards the kitchen.

"Bob, it's Helen again. Where are you?"

Mom's theoretical question to Dad reminded Dash that they were trying to find him, not that he'd actually forgotten. Still that worry he didn't need any help with got a bit worse at that worry in Mom's tone. He should just leave it and go back, go find a tissue somewhere else.

"Don't tell me that you went ahead and took on a new project without tellin' me..Because I TOLD you not to do that and then ya went around and did it anyway!"

Dash wasn't the one being yelled at, and he flinched. Mom was still talking though, so Dash zoomed through to quickly grab the tissue and then zoom out.

"Ok, here we go!", though he was now officially worried, Dash grinned, putting on a brave face for Jack-Jack the way Mom did for him and them. He wiped at his brother's face. Mom called not too long after for them and that dinner was ready. Dash wasn't sure if she'd noticed, or would bring up, his getting the tissue, but he didn't bring it up, just picking up Jack-Jack and pretending like nothing was up, though he was sure curiosity was written all over his face at Dad and Vi still not being here...

The fact that Dash could feel the tension was proven when he ate one carrot without any prompting. It took him a few minutes still to decide to do such, but he did. Then he'd had it with pretending. He and Vi confronted when they knew stuff was up after all! He put his fork down. "Ok, what's up? Dad and Vi don't ignore like this, are...did they...", it still took Dash a while to decide to say the word, and he glanced to Jack-Jack and then back to Mom but decided it wouldn't do any of them any good to not say it. "Did they disappear? Not...not Vi's...normal one, but...". Dash cut off his tendency to begin rambling.

It was actually a pretty easy explanation for the boy. It was another option along with coming here. Going back.

<<Hope it makes sense/works for Dash to stumble upon this. Kids are like that at times and maybe it's still just a suspicion until Elsa confirms>>

Post by Helen Parr on Apr 30, 2019 20:22:55 GMT -5

The frustrated Helen Parr was all about Bob climbing ladders and taking on projects, but the last time he took on a new project without getting into the specifics, it was all a lie. The least that Bob could do was tell her what the specifics were instead of going behind her back like this again. The really troublesome thing was that Vi was also involved, though she dreaded to think that they were both connected. The next thing for Helen to do was to call the job, which was something she dreaded to do only because last time she did that, she also received upsetting news, but she planned to do that as soon as dinner was over.

Much like Helen had allowed her thoughts to distract her while she was at the reception from supposedly catching the "Screenslaver" from an instinct that actually lead her to uncovering the truth, she barely registered whatever Dash was up to and took Jack-Jack from his arms to place him in the high chair to feed him. It was like an automatic thing while her mind raced through the last conversations that she had with Bob and Violet, trying to piece any kind of evidence of their whereabouts. She didn't even notice how quiet she was. Much like she did in previous occasions, Helen avoided the subject. It wasn't the kinda thing that she wanted to discuss over dinner simply because the last thing she wanted to do to end this day was to spoil dinner over worrying for something that she wasn't even 100% sure on.

Helen tried to focus on being present though, just focus on eating the dinner while it was hot. Unfortunately, Dash confirmed that he definitely seemed to catch on when he put the utensil down and made that proclamation. The auburn haired mother that was feeding Jack-Jack without even any funny faces this time, turned her head and raised an eyebrow at Dash. It seemed that Dash caught on to a lot more than she thought in terms of how they were ignoring the phone calls, when they normally don't do that. Then, Dash finally said the one thing her mind did NOT want to venture to:

"Did they disappear?".

Helen parted her lips for only a split second, caught off guard with the dreadful thought that hit her like a ton of missiles, before her expression hardened, her mouth forming a straight line. "We don’t know that," she reminded him as-a-matter-of-factly, focusing on her food as if it was the best meal she'd ever made. It wasn't, but she was trying to keep her thoughts clear from being emotional. She had to just stick with the facts. Still, a sigh escaped her lips, acknowledging that Vi and Dash were always known to have this on their minds like anything else that seemed to be a conflicting issue. "Remember those mystery crime cartoons, where they had to split up to find clues in order to solve the mystery?" Helen asked with a softened voice as she raised an eyebrow at Dash, wondering if he knew what she was talking about. "They do that because you don't have a good case if you don't have any proof of what happened." She wasn't sure if Dash knew that bit or not, given that he mostly knew cartoons and he hadn't really solved an actual crime before with the finding of clues yet. "Right now, sweetie, we don't have all the facts, so we really don't have much to go on.." She hoped that it was enough for her little boy to understand that anything could happen; that there were different possible ways that something could've happened instead of that particular reason. After all, she still hadn't called the job yet, though after noticing that Dash pretty much overheard her conversation, she wondered if maybe she should just investigate the clues herself before worrying her son like this.

"How bout we find a movie to watch with Jack-Jack?" Helen decided as soon as dinner was over and the plates were put away. "Go ahead and pick something to watch, sweetie.." She helped Jack-Jack out of the high chair, giving Dash the rights to the remote for him to choose a movie to watch. "I'll be there in a minute..I have to do the dishes.." Helen turned away to the kitchen to clean the dishes, which was easy to do given the little food they made. Helen checked on the phone, then deliberated on what to do as she stared up at the ceiling with a bite of her lower lip. Finally, she relented and decided to call on someone for help, which was one of her closest friends.

"Hello?..oh, is this Héctor? Yeah, it’s Helen..Hi.. yeah..yeah, it-it’s so nice hearin’ from you, too.. hey, listen, can you um pass the phone to Imelda please?" Helen tried to sound warm, but she probably sounded a little overwhelmed over the phone. She hoped it wasn't noticeable though. The auburn haired mother thanked Imelda's husband when he agreed to pass the phone to Imelda and paused with a raise of an eyebrow when she heard a mumbling that she couldn't hear over the phone before Imelda answered. "Hey Imelda..how is everything? Aw that's great.. no, yeah..everything's..fine.." A pause occurred and a sigh took it's place. "Listen, I'm sorry this is so late.. but you know I wouldn't bother you and your family if it wasn't important..do ya have a minute?" As soon as she'd allow it, Helen planned to tell her what was going on in hopes if maybe Imelda could calm her insecurities. She didn't want to venture to say if they could come over, but if they did, then it would really help her find some more evidence on the whereabouts of her husband and daughter.

Post by "Jack-Jack" Parr on Apr 30, 2019 22:15:09 GMT -5

Jack-Jack didn't know what was happening, though the polymorph did smile when his older brother did. He loved copying his older brother, even his expressions. His favorite was being entertained by Dash's playing of blocks. Although Jack-Jack would have done it fast to copy his brother doing it fast, his brother did it the normal way this time, so he wasn't possessed with showing off either. That would have struck him as odd, his brother not being fast this time or trying to get away with it.. but it only lasted for a few pensive seconds; his limited attention didn't allow him for much time to ponder and he ended up being too entertained by the blocks. He giggled hearing her brother say something about Violet and trouble, which was said in a teasing tone. Jack-Jack loved teasing his older sister for fun too, and Dash was certainly to blame for the influence. "Buhbuh.." He mused when Dash disappeared and then came back with a tissue to wipe him, smiling in amusement after his older brother helped him out with that.

As soon as dinner was ready, Jack-Jack copied the environment and ate quietly. Then, the baby boy watched with intrigue from his high chair when Dash's utensil was set down. He gave his older brother his fullest attention, or as attentive as he could be, given how limited that was. This time, Jack-Jack wasn't too distracted though because Dash spoke about daddy and his sister Violet, that much he understood. He wondered where they were. Jack-Jack blinked with curiosity in his parted mouth when Dash exchanged a look with him, though he didn't know what that meant. Dash mentioned the word "disappeared" which the baby heard various times around Violet. He smiled in bewilderment over to his mom, before it parted his little mouth again in confusion at his mom's stiffened reaction until she softened again when she spoke. Jack-Jack glanced over at Dash, before his attention drew down to his carrot, causing him to begin biting into a large carrot that his mom had set off as a side after eating his food. His mommy did that when she found out how much he liked to bite things, and it helped with his teething.

By the time that his mommy mentioned his name again, Jack-Jack's drool was becoming orange when he was biting away at the carrot before he paused and glanced over at Dash after he was helped off the high chair by his mommy. "Dah dah!" He gurgled with glee upon seeing his brother with the remote! The intelligent baby knew that the remote would turn on the TV, so he was filled with hope that his older brother would put on the TV! He loved watching crime shows! Jack-Jack was too distracted by the prospects of the TV to wonder where his mom disappeared off to for the moment.

Post by Dash Parr on May 7, 2019 20:49:16 GMT -5

Mom looked stunned by what he said; and then stern. Not so much at him for suggesting it, but going on to quickly state that they didn't know that. Dash might have sighed, but Mom went on to explain.

"Remember those mystery crime cartoons, where they had to split up to find clues in order to solve the mystery?"

It was the easiest thing for Dash to relate to. Television. She had done the same back on the island, and when explaining the importance of keeping their identities a secret; and mostly for him, Dash had realized even then. Vi could have understood a simple explanation of it being dangerous, though the example had helped her too.

Dash nodded, thinking on some of them. She probably mostly meant Scooby Doo, though Johnny Quest had some elements of figuring out who was behind stuff in some of the episodes*. Dash had also caught up on some of the more modern cartoons while in the varying hotel rooms.

"They do that because you don't have a good case if you don't have any proof of what happened."

Dash sighed again, but he didn't want to believe his explanation, so he just nodded.

"Right now, sweetie, we don't have all the facts, so we really don't have much to go on.."

"So...they could just be late...and come back?", the question, rhetorical as it was, left Dash's mouth before he could stop it, though he ducked his gaze to his plate again, curbing Mom having to answer, and got to eating his carrot.

Still, it was obvious Mom was trying to put him (and Jack-Jack no doubt) at ease with her suggestion of picking a movie, and Dash's choice that sprang to mind was sort of odd, he supposed. "How about one of the other superhero ones? Uh, I'll pick something that won't make Jack-Jack copy, but...I like comparing what we can do better!". Dash almost sounded like his old self, with none of the worry that had settled over him. He then went and scanned the "modern supers" movies (all right on the TV!) to pick one while Mom washed the dishes.

Post by Mamá Imelda on May 7, 2019 20:51:29 GMT -5

Imelda was working at a particularly difficult seam in a shoe when Helen called. Not that it made one difference in her response time, just that was what she was doing when the phone rang; so it had time to ring and for Héctor to decide to help out and get it.

As she did, and not to insult all her husband did do to help her, just unable to help herself, with her take-charge demeanor, she turned some of her attention to the subsequent conversation. That was how she found out it was Helen calling before Héctor came to predictably hand her the phone.

He seemed to detect something off though.* Imelda took the phone with a small frown. ”Hello? Helen, yes...everything’s good...”, but even as Imelda answered the honestly asked question, she could tell there was something off about how it had been asked. Almost distractedly.

Her own maternal instincts heightened. Something was up...

A fact Helen went on to confirm by asking if they could come over, or her at the least. ”Of course”, she answered, ”We'll be right over”, she for-warned Helen Héctor would be coming with, as it were; because she already knew he would. She then hung up, and faced Héctor again. ”Something’s up; and I only said you’re coming because...well I know you”. It was meant as a compliment but came out like much of what Imelda said.

Going over to the Parrs was also just easier with little Jack-Jack. Rosa and Miguel would be fine for a little bit.

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”Where should we talk?”, Imelda’s first question upon their arrival might have seemed off topic and dismissive, but it was in fact the opposite.

Once they were settled, she gave her friend an open but searching look, ”Alright tell me what’s up?”. The fact that she’d already noticed Bob and Violet weren’t there when Héctor settled on the couch with the boys didn’t mean Imelda assumed anything.

Toad: Dash: I'm sure we can arrange it so the Parrs's stay in Toad Hall is only temporary. I guess I'll start that other thread to show you what's up with the place. It's only me RPing with my own characters.May 6, 2019 15:21:41 GMT -5